Novel & Cerita Booktok Doorway Kiss

People dispersed to keep their books back, some went to him to borrow or return books. I went into the washroom and waited there till everyone left. I checked myself out in the mirror, weighed and pumped my boobs playfully, and made sure I looked good. I also cleaned my pussy with a splash of water. There was a knock at the door. I wore my pants back and opened the door. It was him. He didn't waste a second. He grabbed me by the ass and started kissing me. We moved out of the washroom kissing each other. He lifted me and made me sit on the table.

His hand tightened in my hair, holding me in place as his lips moved against mine. “Mmm—” I tried to protest, but it came out as a muffled sound. He didn’t stop. His grip shifted, tilting my head back further, forcing my lips apart, dipping his tongue into my mouth as his kiss grew more intense, more consuming. My fingers curled against his chest, pushing weakly, but it barely made a difference. Then— The door opened. “So this is why you’re taking so long,” River’s voice echoed, amused. “And here I thought you were just talking.”

My chest pressed to his bare skin, and the contact made my heart skip a beat. He didn’t stop kissing me as he carried me inside, his mouth hungry and hot against mine. Each kiss grew deeper, stealing more and more of my breath until I was dizzy. My fingers curled in his hair, holding on as he walked us into the room. With a firm kick, the door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet, sealing us away from the rest of the world.

Instead of pulling away, I plant another kiss on her lips, this time. My dıčk strains for her. My body vibrates, demanding hers. She opens for me and our tongues meet as the kiss turns hot. Knock knock. The door opens without waiting for a response. Kerris jerks, breaking away from me. I catch myself before baring my fangs at the intruder. From the corner of my eye, I see the omega halt between the doorjamb, a tray in front of her. She spins around but doesn't leave.

Instead, I reach for the books and pretend that I am reading instead. After a while, the door closes and I sense Theo approach me. In a few heartbeats, his arms go around my shoulders, and he hugs me from behind. “You know you can claim me before Kissa arrives.” Kissa. They are already on a first-name basis. And besides, claim? I don’t think that ‘claiming’ is really what he wants. As if proving my point, his hand slides down my chest and presses, at the same time that his tongue glides on my neck.

POV: KEENAN Yulli knew how to kiss and wrap a man in her lips. I growled loudly when the driver knocked on the door again, his scent shifting to fear. As much as the witch denied it, she did not want to let me go, sinking deeper and deeper into the intense moment. We were both breathless when the kiss finally broke, and we stared at each other in silence. I smirked when she realized what she had been doing and tried to rise.

I chuckled softly against his lips in delight. Fitch’s arms tightened, pulling me closer, while one hand cradled my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my jaw. Yet, our lips remained locked in an unbroken kiss. The hand resting on my waist slid lower, large and warm, exploring the uncharted territory of my hip. I gasped quietly, and he responded with a deeper, more fervent kiss. The sensation of his hand encasing my side made me whimper with pleasure. And then— The door slammed open.

When the doors closed, she let out a shaky breath, already aching. Room 1423. She knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately. Dominic pulled her inside, slamming it shut and pressing her against it in one fluid motion. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. Hands roamed—cupping her ass, sliding up her thighs, discovering her lack of underwear with a deep, approving groan.

As soon as the door closed behind me, the small, dimly lit room seemed to simmer with tension. Theo came in second, quietly shutting the door with a click. This time, there was no rush. He grabbed me and bent his head down, and kissed me slowly and deeply for a long time, as though he had no time left to me. His tongue tasted and claimed my mouth, moved it with careful flirting. His hands roamed possessively as he pushed my scrub top down under my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples, making me whimper into his kiss.

The only language I've ever been fluent in. I turn and capture his lips with mine. The kiss starts slow, almost careful, Mike reading my mood and adjusting to it. But I don't want careful tonight. I want to feel something other than the grief sitting like a stone in my chest. I deepen the kiss, my hand fisting in his hair, pulling him closer until there's no space between us. He gasps against my mouth and the sound goes straight through me. "Damon.." I don't let him finish. I stand, pull him with me, walk him backward until his back hits the bookshelf. Books tumble to the floor as I press against him, my hands sliding under that ridiculous sweatshirt to find warm skin.